Chun Yuji came here by chance.

After he found his aunt's buried money jar on the reading table in Liuli, the mystery in his heart was finally solved. He has been thinking about it for the past few days, feeling that his aunt's treasure may not be hidden for a long time, even if Fan Mingyou doesn't say it, the people of Huo Mansion will also think of finding it in order to get back the talisman. Therefore, it is not a good idea to leave those crockpots on a barren mountain. He thought about digging up the crockpot and moving it away, and as for what to do with it, I will talk about it later.

On this day, he was going to take two horses out of the city, one to ride on himself and the other to carry clay pots. But when you go to the city gate, you find that if you lead two horses out of the city like this, you will inevitably attract the attention of the soldiers defending the city and be interrogated. He hesitated, and rode out of town.

Riding his horse all the way to the willows, he quietly went up the mountain by moonlight, dug out a few jars of copper coins and carried them on the horse's back, and he himself had to lead the horse back. After walking like this for a long time, I returned to Chang'an City in the afternoon of the third day. Although it was the closest to walk through Hengmen from the north, he had scruples about entering the lively nine cities when he entered Hengmen, so he took a detour to the remote west and entered the city.

The straight city gate of Chang'an is close to the west of Weiyang Palace, and you can go straight to Shanglin Yuan when you go out of the city gate, all of which are forbidden places for the royal family, so ordinary people rarely enter and exit, and it is quite deserted.

Chun Yuji felt that this road was sparsely populated and could avoid many troubles, so he led his horse along this path to the Zhicheng Gate, and from there entered Chang'an City.

It had just snowed for a while, and there was still a layer of residual snow on the ground, making it unusually cold in the mountains and forests. He craned his neck, his hands on the reins of his horse in his sleeves, and the soles of his feet crunched against the snow.

As he was walking, he suddenly heard a "escort", he couldn't help but be startled, raised his eyes and looked around, but there was no trace. He thought he was hallucinating, so he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, patted the horse's buttocks, and said, "Let's go." ”

At this time, there was another "escort" in the wind. The voice was hurried and restless, and it sounded familiar. He stopped and looked around, wondering in his heart, could it really be that someone had assassinated the emperor?

When I calmed down, I noticed something strange in front of me. He pushed aside the branches of the tree and looked, on a gentle slope a hundred and ten paces away, two groups of warriors were fighting each other, and the sharp blades reflected wisps of cold light in the snow. He didn't understand how the emperor could come to such a secluded place, and besides, he didn't see the emperor's luan.

was hesitating, and the shout of "escort" seemed to sound again in the cold wind, he chuckled in his heart, put his right hand on his eyebrows and looked carefully, "Twelve Lang." ”

He recognized that among the samurai on the defensive side was the Tiger Ben Commander Hou Twelve, whom he was familiar with.

On the mountain ridge in Liuli that day, it was Twelve Lang who led the Tiger Ben Army to save him, so hearing Twelve Lang's shouts felt familiar. Rescue? Could it be that the young man who stood on the hillside on horseback was the emperor?

Chun Yu glanced at it a few times, and quickly judged that the masked dead soldiers besieging Twelve Lang and the others had a slight upper hand due to their large numbers. Twelve Lang and the others resisted desperately, thinking that it was to protect the emperor who was standing on horseback.

He subconsciously thought that these masked dead soldiers were in league with the people besieging him on Yunyang Ridge, and that he should go to help Twelve Lang, so he tied his horse to a tree and turned back to observe the situation over there.

He was hesitating about how to help Tjuro, when he suddenly noticed a team of masked knights moving slowly. He had been in the army for many years and saw that these people were preparing to surprise the emperor from the flank. At this time, he suddenly realized that Twelve Lang had just shouted loudly, and he was aware of the intentions of those masked knights.

On the masked rider's side, a man in black brandished a long sword and shouted loudly. Chun Yu couldn't tell the difference, but guessed that the man was the mastermind, and commanded the masked knight to prepare for the attack.

There were only a few people on the Emperor's side, "Dangerous." He screamed in his heart, and before he had time to think about it, he reached out and plucked a clay pot full of copper coins from his horse. He held the clay pot in his right hand and checked it, looked into the distance, took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and gradually adjusted his breathing, and felt that the true qi was full of pulses and meridians.

He roared, rounded his arms, and the heavy crockpot flew out like a projectile, and in an instant, the crockpot had smashed into the back of the head of the black-clothed man with the sword, and the man snorted and fell off the horse.

At the same time, Chun Yu jumped out with a few swishs, and in the blink of an eye, he stood in front of Twelve.

Twelve Lang recognized Chun Yuji, couldn't help but be overjoyed, turned back to Liu Xun and said, "Your Majesty, this person is Chun Yuji among the ten prisoners of Shuofang." ”

Liu Xun had seen Chun Yuji in the Tingwei Mansion, but Chun Yuji didn't know that the emperor was sitting in the wing room watching the trial, so for him, it was the first time he had seen the emperor. Chun Yuji was originally a border military medical officer, but now he is an ordinary person, so he bowed his waist and said: "The grass people Chun Yuji knocked to see Your Majesty, may Your Majesty live a long time and be happy for a long time." ”

Liu Xun bowed his head slightly and said, "No courtesy." ”

Chun Yu retreated to the side. Twelve Lang asked curiously, "How did Prince Chunyu come here?" ”

Chun Yuji was about to answer, but saw the masked rider on the opposite side agitated.

Huo Yun was smashed off his horse by a sudden clay pot, and the dozen or so masked horsemen suddenly lost their backbones, and in fright, they didn't know what to do, so they were stunned for a while, and their eyes were focused on Fan Mingyou.

Fan Mingyou was also stunned, and after a while, he turned over and dismounted, walked to Huo Yun's side, and slowly squatted down to inspect Huo Yun's injuries.

Seeing this, the masked knights also dismounted, and scattered in a half-circle with their swords. The two groups of men and horses who were fighting also stopped fighting and moved closer to their own camp.

Fan Mingyou stretched out his hand and probed his breath under Huo Yun's nostrils, only to feel that there was more air out and less air in. He stood up, stared at Chun Yuji, and smiled slightly. found that Chun Yuji looked puzzled and did not respond. Only then did he remember that his face was still covered with a black cloth, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

He looked around again, and then his gaze stopped on Liu Xun's face.

Liu Xun's gaze also fell on his face. Looking at each other, Fan Mingyou was finally timid and lowered his eyes.

The battlefield was originally full of killing sounds, but at this time it was quiet only the slight sound of the wind blowing dead leaves.

Twelve Lang led the Yulin guards in front of the emperor. And after Huo Yun was attacked, the masked warriors seemed to have lost their fighting spirit, and they stood around in twos and threes.

Seeing this scene, Twelve Lang thought that the situation had been reversed, so he shouted loudly: "Put down your blade, Your Majesty will spare you and not die." ”

Fan Mingyou was stunned when he heard this, "Put down your blade and spare you from death", such a shout is both familiar and very distant. His consciousness was a little blurred, and he seemed to have returned to the battlefield in the Western Regions back then. The same coldness, the same desolation. The boundless yellow sand connects the clouds, and in the cold wind, the sound of the warriors' spears clashing and the neighing of war horses echoes. The red flag was half rolled, the horn was suddenly raised, and I was waiting in the big tent for the victory.

His eyes moistened.

Where did Twelve Lang know what was on his mind, and shouted loudly again: "Put down your blade, Your Majesty will spare you from death." ”

Several masked dead soldiers were unwilling, and raised their ring-headed knives and slowly forced them over. Twelve Lang was about to catch up, but was pulled by Chun Yuji.

Chun Yu took two steps forward, but before he could stand firmly, the masked dead soldiers slashed their heads and slashed over.

Seeing this, Twelve Lang was furious and shouted, "Shameless. Before the words fell, only a sound was heard. He was stunned to find that Chun Yu had just swung his sword, and only half of the ring-headed knives of those masked dead men were left.

"Come down." Chun Yuji slowly put away the Qingyu Sword, looked at the broken knife on the ground, and said calmly.

The masked dead man stood there with a face as ashes as death, not daring to move.

Fan Mingyou silently looked at Chun Yuji, suddenly smiled sadly, and stabbed Chun Yuji with his long sword.

Chun Yu never thought that this masked strong man would make a sudden move, instinctively retreated half a step back to stabilize his figure, held the sword in his right hand, and sent it out flatly, only to hear a bang, the two long swords against each other, and the tip of the sword was against the tip of the sword.